• clifton2 9w

    Too Much Empty

    There's too much empty,
    Too many flames,
    Consuming our loved ones,
    Faces and names,
    Adding to the list,
    Of the innocent victims,
    Countless are falling,
    The old and the children,
    Each news bulletin,
    Brings heartache to many,
    Worry and pain,
    For the poor and the plenty,
    Hiding from each other,
    Behind gloves and masks,
    Afraid of each breath,
    Unless it leads to our last.
    ©clifton2